The Call
The Quiet That Finds You
It begins softly.
Not with revelation, not with thunder, but with a subtle shift in the air — a moment when the world feels slightly out of focus, and something inside you leans toward the blur. You don’t know why. You only know that something is asking for your attention.
It is not a voice.
It is not a sign.
It is a feeling — a gentle tug at the edge of your awareness.
A call.
It arrives in the spaces you usually overlook:
the pause between breaths,
the hush before dawn,
the moment your hands still themselves without reason.
You think you are seeking silence, but the truth is simpler.
Silence is seeking you.
And so you stand at the edge of your own life, sensing the faint outline of a doorway. You don’t yet know where it leads. You only know that stepping through will require nothing more — and nothing less — than your presence.
This is where the journey begins.
Not with answers.
But with willingness.
A willingness to listen.
A willingness to slow.
A willingness to be here.
To step into the canvas is to accept the invitation you’ve been avoiding:
to meet yourself without distraction.
The call is not loud.
It never has been.
But now, finally, you are ready to hear it.
~Ani Po
Note: Currently working on rewriting My Book. My book that was never sent for publication, rewritten three times, leaving me with an empty feeling or non-attachment to the idea. This is the beginning.
